I always thought I was the heroine of a sweet romance.
It wasn't until the moment I died that I learned I was only the supporting character in a tragic romance.
My all-powerful uncle, my devoted bodyguard, my gentle and considerate fiancé, my clingy little brother who loved to act cute... Every one of them had been reborn.
They had returned to make up for the mistakes of their past lives and bring happiness to the heroine.
They doted on me and treated me with the utmost tenderness, but only to keep me placated, so they could take my heart and use it to keep the heroine alive.
